Berlin Station (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Proof of Life - full transcript
On the air on November 27, 2016: In the wake of the botched Iosava Op and Clare Itani's kidnapping, Frost pursues traditional negotiation channels to secure Clare's release. Hector goes ...
Previously on "Berlin Station"...
Our agent, Bora Osman, has asked Iosava
to send one of his relatives to Syria.
Clare Itani?
She will be acting
as the ISIL bride-to-be.
I'm a bride for the Caliphate.
That's the setup.
Get a confession, and
we finally bring down Iosava.
Okay, I'm in. Sign me up.
You are involved with Clare.
- It is out of the question.
- [Sighs]
Golda: You made some important
people in Tel Aviv very happy.
You want to be nearer
to your son, don't you?
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Good.
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Robert: Where the fuck is her husband?
What the fuck are you doing here?
- DeJean is here.
- Can we get him out of there?
Call it off. Someone's nabbed
Iosava off the street.
You're coming with us,
or we will kill you both!
- What?
- Get them out of there, now!
Abort. I repeat, abort.
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[All screaming]
Shit!
Down!
In pursuit, blue van... Berlin plates,
Bravo-Walker-Alpha 2-6-4-7.
They're not in the van.
They ran a bait and switch.
A rendition
in the middle of an operation?
What the... What's the matter with you?!
I'm gonna get our officer back
with or without your fucking help,
and when I get her back, I resign.
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
- Fucking find her.
- Stop, stop.
We got to fucking find her.
- It's okay. It's okay.
- We have to find her.
[David Bowie's "I'm Afraid
of Americans" plays]
♪ Johnny's in America,
low techs at the wheel ♪
♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪
♪ I'm afraid of the world ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't help it ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't ♪
♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪
♪ I'm afraid of the world ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't help it ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't ♪
♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪
They took my husband.
Tell me where he is, and this
will go a lot easier for you.
You being stoic
is you being stupid, my dear.
Don't make the same mistake
your people made
and underestimate me.
[Vomiting]
[Coughing]
[Groans]
[Toilet flushes]
[Waves crashing]
[Knock on door]
- [Knocking continues]
- Daniel: Hector?
Uh, yeah.
Okay. Okay.
[Panting]
Ruth Iosava just made contact.
Yeah, I-I understand.
But as fast as you can.
Hey, everybody, listen up. Listen up.
At 3:38 A.M., Ruth Iosava
contacted headquarters
via an anonymous Internet video call.
That's 6 hours and 35 minutes
after the abduction of Clare Itani.
She has also requested
a call with this station
at 4:00 A.M. sharp.
Now, Johnson and his team
are working to trace
the origins of the call,
but right now, we're negotiating.
And I just... I want to make it clear
to everybody here, uh...
I'm gonna do whatever I can
to bring her back here
safe and sound, okay?
Now, I know it's late,
and I want to thank everybody
for hanging in there.
Langley will help facilitate the call.
So, what, we stand around for a pep talk
while you, what, negotiate?
Ruth Iosava is an ISIL radical.
They don't negotiate. They decapitate.
What are you suggesting?
You want us to go after Clare
with guns blazing?
Jesus Chri... I... You know,
I would have thought
you'd have learned your lesson
after you recklessly
inserted yourself in the mall
with an unapproved weapon.
Someone had to shore up
your poor judgment.
Oh, give it a fucking rest, Hector!
What kind of fucking
incontinent, geriatric call
was that in the first place,
sending Clare to the gallows?
Get out.
Gladly.
Hector, we need you.
There is no fucking "we"
anymore, Daniel.
[Door shuts]
All right, four minutes. Back at it.
- Let me go after him.
- No, I need you here, Daniel.
If Hector's out there
acting on his emotions,
snooping around,
and this thing leaks
before we find Clare,
she's as good as dead.
Okay, all right, just tread lightly.
Lock him down
and keep me in the loop, okay?
You got it.
[Sighs]
[Sighs]
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And you are?
- Paul.
- Paul.
In quotation marks, I assume.
I see you've taken
your own security precautions.
But I have the disadvantage
of not knowing your real name
while you know mine.
That puts us on distinctly
unequal footing.
Well, I hope that tonight's concerns
will have little to do with you or me.
You people can be very polite
when you want something.
You want something, too.
I don't see why
we can't be civil about it.
Well, Paul,
my husband, Aleksandre,
has been abducted off the street
on the whim of civilized men
like yourself.
When you turn over my husband,
she's yours.
And Aleksandre and I
are given safe passage to Syria.
Well...
That transaction's
easier said than done.
We have certain steps
that we have to follow,
such as proof of life...
confirmation that she's alive
and unharmed.
And I need the same of my husband.
I'll make contact again in two hours.
Frau Iosava...
Robert: Wow.
Please don't tell me
that's the new face of ISIL.
Danke.
- What, you're following me?
- Yeah, kind of.
I just wanted to say
there is a "we" here...
you and I, whether you like it or not.
All right. I take it you have a plan.
Same as Frost... find Clare.
What, you know something
he doesn't know,
or are you counting on the good
Lord to show you the way?
All right, so Frost put you
up to this. That figures.
No, I put me up to this,
not just for your sake,
- but for Clare's.
- Daniel, you're a company man.
There's no harm in that. So was I once.
But tonight, you're in bad company.
And you're no good to anyone
running around Berlin
on some cockeyed manhunt.
Well, who's gonna find her if I don't?
We're on it, Frost's on it.
The Germans are looking...
The Germans?! Fuck the fucking Germans!
Okay, fuck the Germans.
You clearly have a better plan.
What's step one? Get wasted?
- I want to find that van.
- Oh, go on.
Robert's guys did a sweep.
They didn't find anything.
- They think it was a decoy.
- Jesus.
He gets in one fucking car chase,
and he thinks he's fucking Vin Diesel.
I'd prefer to look for myself.
What... What, the impound?
[Siren wails in distance]
That's my boy.
I'll drive.
[Sighs]
It's MI6, the Russians.
Who else would want Iosava?
You're forgetting one name... us.
I haven't forgotten,
but not during an operation.
Clay: There you are.
I'm sorry for the circumstances.
I just received the cable.
- We're at a loss here, Clay.
- I am well aware.
The last thing we want is
to lose an asset in the field.
Clare is not an asset.
She's one of my people.
And the only way to get her back
is to swap for Iosava.
We can't trade what we don't have.
We just got word Romanian
Intelligence was involved.
Uh, Valerie Edwards, Global Affairs.
Why on earth would SRI do that?
We've seen no intelligence
linking Iosava's network
- to Romania.
- We have.
Apparently, SRI have had
their eyes on him for some time.
Iosava has heavy involvement in
the black market in Bucharest.
Okay, regardless, I need proof of life
if this negotiation's gonna go forward.
We've already reached out
to the Romanians.
Oh, come on. That's it?
You reached out?
That... That's all you got?
And you are?
Robert Kirsch, Deputy Chief.
Robert, you know as much as I do now.
Clay, she's 28 years old.
This is her first tour.
We really need her back, okay?
- Then let's get on it.
- Thank you.
- [Sighs]
- Fuck!
75 minutes till Ruth Iosava calls,
and we got jack shit!
Light a fire under Johnson.
Just...
[Sighs]
Johnson.
- Tell me you have good news.
- We've tracked her log-in session
through a global proxy chain
of six hubs,
but we've hit one that I think
is under the control
of Chinese Third Department.
We're unlikely to crack it
anytime soon, but we're trying.
[Knock on door]
[Sighs] You wouldn't happen
to have any of those, um...
Oh, thank you.
[Sighs]
I know it's my Western privilege
talking, but...
I fail to see how someone
can go from that
to someone who's willing to kill
and be killed
for an archaic, misogynistic
death cult like ISIL.
[Sighs] Fell for the wrong guy, I guess.
Right. Because women can't fall
for bad ideology,
only bad men.
[Chuckles]
Why don't you go home, get some sleep?
I'm going for a food run.
Is kebab okay?
It's the only thing that's open.
[Scoffing] Yeah, kebab. That's perfect.
[Siren wails in distance]
[Indistinct conversations]
Hans?
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[Cellphone buzzing]
[Beep] Yeah?
Frost: Um, I'm sorry
I haven't called, Hans,
but I've been dealing with Washington.
Hans: About what happened at the mall
or what happened to Aleksandre Iosava?
I'm going to ask you this once
as a friend.
You don't even have to
ask the question, Hans.
Because in what world does it make sense
that I would risk the life
of one of my officers
to take Iosava?
Your masters have wanted to all along.
Tell me, Steven, did Langley
finally get its way?
They would never do that
in the middle of an operation.
Look, Hans, um...
Does your team have any leads
as to where Ruth might have
taken my officer?
Not yet. And now I must
meet with Chancellor Merkel
to convince her
the gunmen who shot up a mall
aren't linked to the refugees.
Yeah.
[Sighs]
[Camera shutters clicking]
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[Sighs]
[Speaks German]
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Uh-huh.
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[Scoffs]
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If there was a clue left behind,
don't you think it would be with
the police in an evidence bag?
Hector: Theoretically speaking, yes.
Holy shit.
What?
"I do." She left a message.
[Scoffs] What, a marriage proposal?
No, no, no, no.
She... She borrowed a-a ring
from me this morning,
said she needed it for cover.
- Wait a second.
- What?
Wedding.
- That's what I'm saying.
- No.
No, the neighborhood.
"Vedding."
Maybe that's the message.
Oh, Clare, you genius.
And you, Daniel Miller, well done.
[Telephone ringing]
Yeah?
Yeah, put him through.
Valerie? I got someone here
who wants to talk to you.
Hey.
Hector, where are you?
At a roadblock.
At least the Germans know
a manhunt is in order.
You're going after her?
And if I was?
Officially,
I'd have to tell you to stop,
insist you come back to the embassy.
Yeah, well, Frost sent me home,
so scratch that option.
Unofficially.
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Hold on a sec.
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- Auf wiedersehen.
- [Shouts in German]
Answer me this, Val.
What would Clare have us do...
sit back and negotiate,
or turn over every stone
until we found her?
Both.
Fair enough.
So will you help me?
I'm listening.
She left a message in the van.
We're heading to Wedding.
I'll make some inquiries, yeah.
Can you give me access to Brown Bear?
It's Clare, Val. It's all or nothing.
Meet me there in an hour.
Brown Bear?
Means she has my back.
And yours.
Hector: I need smokes.
Sandra, it's Daniel. Do you have Steven?
Daniel on line one.
[Door shuts]
[Phone beeps]
[Sighs] How's he doing?
What if I told you
we were onto something?
What do you mean you're onto something?
You're supposed to be locking him down.
Events took a turn.
I'm not getting any younger
here, Daniel. Come on.
We searched the van.
Wait, you broke into
a fucking impound lot?
Listen, Clare left a message
that seems to indicate
they're holding her in Wedding.
Jesus.
- Where in Wedding?
- That's all we have right now.
Yeah. Okay, well...
Come back here for a debrief,
and I'll get a team on it.
No, you already have a team on it.
No, no. No. He's a mess.
He's too close to this. No.
We don't have time for all that.
- I got to go.
- Da... [Sighs]
[Train clicking]
Jesus.
What are these, street-cam photos?
You guys hacking the German
database willy-nilly now?
I told Hans Richter that Israel
has had its own eye on Iosava
and is just as fed up with CIA
entitlement issues as he is.
And he just handed you these?
He has a fondness for me.
The guy is gayer than a picnic basket.
You know that, right?
[Chuckles] Not in the '80s.
I don't want to know.
Thank you, Golda.
I need you to bring me
something in return.
I need the file from December 7, 2010,
code name "Antoinette."
You kidding me?
A woman's life is on the line,
you're asking me
to steal you a fucking file?
Bring it to me before noon today.
Fuck that! No way. We're in
the middle of a crisis here!
Jesus!
Which just got better, thanks to us.
Besides, a crisis means distraction.
"Antoinette," Robert.
Tel Aviv is counting on you.
[Tricky's "Beijing to Berlin" playing]
[Ivy rapping indistinctly]
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Tricky: [Rapping]
♪ I'll get some of that ♪
♪ Just a little bit ♪
♪ Chinese star but not so delicate ♪
♪ She's sleazy,
said she's from Beijing ♪
♪ She star to talk,
and you must face it ♪
♪ I'll get some of that,
just a little bit ♪
♪ Chinese star but not so delicate ♪
♪ She's sleazy,
said she's from Beijing ♪
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♪ She's amazing ♪
[Rapping indistinctly]
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♪ She's amazing ♪
[Electronica music plays]
Crystal: I haven't had a woman
in a while.
Esther: I don't want to fuck, just talk.
I don't get paid to talk.
You get paid to do
whatever gives me pleasure,
isn't that right?
Okay.
So what exactly
do you want to talk about?
Zoltan Vasile.
[Giggles]
He's a pig. What do you want with him?
Fuck.
You're a cop?
Sex work is legal in Germany, bitch.
You can't squeeze me for information.
I haven't done anything wrong!
No, but Zoltan has.
He runs the black market from Bucharest,
which means new underage pussy
every few months.
Put you out of business.
What do you want?
An introduction.
[Slow, rhythmic beeping]
Bora?
[Sighs]
I told you it was crazy.
You didn't listen.
I'm a terrible actor.
It wasn't your fault. It was ours.
What happened to the girl?
- Clare?
- We have reason to believe
that she's being held captive
in Wedding.
And Wedding, as you know,
is run by the Tuerk Federasyon.
You know as much as I do.
Congratulations.
That's not true.
You are the pillar
of the Turk ex-pat community.
You have connections high and low,
and if Ruth Iosava wanted to find
a quiet jihadi hideaway in Wedding...
she'd have to run it by someone.
[Chuckles] A hole in my shoulder,
and you come asking for more?
Where does it end?
[Beep, buzz, door opens]
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Where the hell you been?
Deep inside the wires
of our German friends.
Where'd you get these?
We all have our networks, Steven.
- Pretty good, right?
- Yeah.
It's eight hours ago.
We'll make it work.
[Knock on door]
- She's on.
- Patch it in.
[Sighs]
- Hello, Frau Iosava.
- You have something to show me?
I do, and I take it you have the same.
You first.
Uh, Frau Iosava...
Paul, you first, or I hang up.
[Sighs]
That's all?
[Sighs] Look.
That's everything I can provide
at this time.
You said proof of life.
Those were taken hours ago.
No, no, I promise you,
I'm doing everything that I can.
- Where's Aleksandre?
- Frau Iosava...
Where is he?!
[Sighs]
I'm gonna level with you, okay?
I don't know
how your husband was grabbed
off the street like that. I...
I don't know.
Now, was I attempting
in a more legal means
to have him arrested? Yeah, I was.
But somebody did take him,
and I've been doing
everything I can in my power
to get him back.
Now, there's reason to believe
that he's being transported by car
- to Romania.
- Romania?
Now, if... if I had him
here in Berlin under my watch,
I'd make the exchange myself.
But I don't. I don't.
But those who do have him
aren't acting in my interests
any more than yours.
And so you and I, we have
to work together on this.
Now, I have given you everything
that I can at this juncture.
I have. And you...
You just... You have to trust me.
But I need you
to give me something in return.
Trust you?
You make a deal and expect me
to honor it after you don't?
This is proof of life, Paul.
So, please don't insult me and
embarrass yourself any further.
I want to speak to Aleksandre.
You will have him on the line
when I call back in an hour.
In return, you may speak to your spy.
But, please, don't test my
patience again. It has a limit.
And you don't want to reach that point.
Trust me.
Look. She's alive.
That's something, okay?
We just have to keep
moving forward, Steven.
[Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds'
"The Mercy Seat" playing]
[Singing along]
♪ And the mercy seat is waiting ♪
♪ And I think my head is burning ♪
♪ And in a way,
I'm yearning to be done ♪
♪ With all this measuring of proof ♪
♪ An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth ♪
♪ And, anyway, I told the truth ♪
♪ And I'm not afraid to die ♪
♪ Interpret signs and catalogue ♪
♪ A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog ♪
♪ The walls are bad, black,
bottom kind ♪
♪ They are the sick breath at my hind ♪
♪ They are the sick breath at my hind ♪
[Electronica music playing]
You're sure you want to get
that close to him?
His body spray smells like cat piss.
Let's get it over with.
Zoltan?
I've got a new friend
who would like to meet you.
And who might this be?
Bambi.
Zoltan: Keep the boots on.
The boots are hot.
Crystal thinks I like you.
You prefer a drink first?
Maybe a line or two, huh?
Well, I prefer you tell me what
happened to Aleksandre Iosava.
Are you fucking with me?
[Chuckles, grunts]
What did you say about Iosava?
Huh? Who told you that?
- Told me what?
- That we picked him up.
- [Grunts]
- You just did.
Considering the backup
and the wire that I'm wearing,
you can tell me
who hired you to kidnap Iosava
or you can chose to keep your
mouth shut, and I'll make sure
you'll be eating and shitting
from the same bowl
for the next 5 to 10 years.
[Clears throat]
[Speaks German]
[Clears throat]
I've made a simple offer.
They get you back
if I get my husband back.
"They"?
Ah, she speaks.
Just answer me this.
Are you even a Muslim, or was that, too,
part of the act?
I am.
I believe you, and yet I find myself
even more disappointed
than if you were a kafir.
Why is that?
They can be tolerated
in their ignorance. But you?
You reject the Prophet and still
call yourself a believer?
I happen not to see it that way.
Of course not.
You see it whichever way suits you best,
whichever path is most convenient.
The drive-thru mentality of the West.
Everything easy, within arm's reach.
And instead of rejecting that,
you embrace this disposable God.
That was my error.
I do not speak from judgment
but experience.
I was like you once.
Then you saw the light?
And you thought,
"Allah wants us to suffer"?
You are already suffering, my dear.
The system you live in is sick.
Why do you think more
and more girls come to me,
wanting to join the caliphate?
Because they're young
and impressionable.
Because they have rejected
the West's attempts
to brainwash them into a life
of endless consumerism.
You can shovel the sand of an
entire desert into a bucket,
but if it has no bottom,
the bucket remains empty.
Trade the bucket for a bomb
and your life for violent jihad.
Your bombs kill more in a day
than we do in a year.
And you know that.
So what are we gonna do to stop it?
I'll start.
My name is Clare.
Wouldn't that be convenient...
Clare?
[Man speaking German]
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[Cellphone beeps]
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
They're almost back on in the SCIF.
Right. Thanks.
Is there something else
I can help you find?
No, no, no, I'm good. Thanks, Sandra.
Don't forget to sign it out.
Gentlemen.
Is this you being a friend
or a maverick or both?
Just here to find out
what the hell the Brown Bear is.
I, uh... I know it's early.
Thank you so much for doing this.
Of course.
- Come in.
- Danke.
[Sighs]
Valerie: Metin Burakgazi.
He should know
where Clare is being held.
According to SwingSet,
he's the go-to capo
for anybody wanting to do
business in Wedding
without leaving a paper trail.
He's just anti-Western enough
to win over the trust of the Iosavas.
Thanks, Aalia.
But with a capitalist heart.
Have an address?
Glasgowstrasse 97,
just off Schillerpark.
So this is Brown Bear.
Thanks, Val.
Encrypted phones only, guys, yeah?
I take it these weapons are untraceable?
Of course.
Hey.
[Speaking German]
[Grunts]
[Gagging]
[Grunts]
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Please tell me you have some good news.
Well, the Romanians have been
less than forthcoming so far,
but we do have satellite confirmation
that Iosava is not in Germany.
He's being moved
to one of their compounds,
Timisoara, near the Hungarian border.
One of their compounds... Jesus Christ.
This is a hostage negotiation.
I need leverage.
I don't need satellite pictures
in a file.
I'm not the bad guy, Steven.
The Romanians are asking
for more than million dollars
just to get us a live feed of Iosava.
I'm working my way up to an exchange,
but we need POTUS on board.
Uh, look, we are counting on you
to deliver, Clay.
- How soon?
- The feed is being set up now.
The Romanians are having
technical difficulties.
- [Scoffs]
- My people are on it.
That's all for now.
Well, isn't this just
one big clusterfuck?
[Sighs]
What are you going to do without Iosava?
- She's on.
- Yeah.
Put her through.
[Door shuts]
Hello, Paul.
This time, you go first.
Put her on.
You lied to me earlier.
I think it's only fair
if you make up for that.
Listen, you do not run
this negotiation. I do.
You have one minute.
How are you?
Been better.
Okay, we're working to...
get you home.
Frau Iosava has been very patient.
Tell my fiancé I'm sorry
I lost the wedding ring.
Frau Iosava's patience is running out.
I want to speak to Aleksandre.
They said in an hour.
No!
Hey.
[Speaking German]
No! Stop!
- [Grunting]
- Steven, do something.
Steven, is it?
You want to see more?
Your choice. And your last hour.
Have my husband on the line
in exactly 60 minutes
or Clare here dies.
[Sighs]
Valerie: She's alive.
But it just took a turn for the worse.
How so?
Just go get her back.
Clare confirmed Wedding,
so you're on the right track.
We're about to make contact
with the Turk.
You have exactly 50 minutes.
This shouldn't take long.
- What did she say?
- Get this shit done.
[Grunting]
I'll find Metin.
[Muffled rap music playing]
[Woman moaning]
[Man grunting]
[Screams, gasps]
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Your worst nightmare
if you don't tell me
where Ruth Iosava is.
Who?
Take the girl.
If I'm not out in three minutes,
shoot her in the fucking head.
[Gasping]
[Rap music continues playing]
Okay, Metin, let's chat.
Now, this...
This is how a real man shaves.
None of your five fucking safety blades
and a moisture strip.
I don't know Ruth Iosava.
Yes, you do.
I can see it in your eyes.
I was trained for that, you know.
[Hector speaking indistinctly, muffled]
Hurt a man the first time,
and you feel it.
Then you get up the next day,
and the sun is still shining,
and they tell you to do it again.
You hurt a man a second time,
and you excuse it.
And then you justify it,
and then you exploit it.
You get curious.
You start to wonder
how far you'll have to take it
to get the information you need.
Will it take a finger?
Will it take two ears?
Where's Ruth Iosava, Metin?
[Inhales sharply]
Okay.
[Screaming]
[Door opens]
What the hell were you doing in there?
Getting an address.
[Waves crashing, seagulls squawking]
Daniel: [Distorted] Come on.
So how are we doing
in the prisoner exchange?
The audio feed is ready.
And the exchange?
We're still waiting on POTUS.
Well, where the fuck is he?
Let's get Ruth on the line.
Well, Langley's no help.
Oh, you think? Sending us
into a duel with a cap gun.
Hello, Steven.
Aleksandre's on the line, as promised.
You have two minutes.
Then we continue with the negotiation.
Where's Clare?
Put on Aleksandre.
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Where did you take him?
[Scoffs]
Aleksandre...
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- But maybe they lied.
- No. No.
No.
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- They lied to us.
- No, no.
It's not true.
It's not true, Frau Iosava.
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Cut the feed.
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Cut the damn feed!
[Computer beeps]
Listen to me. Do not do thi...
There's a way out of this.
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We had a deal, Steven.
- Oh, no.
- Now we don't!
There was never going to be an exchange.
You know it as well as I do.
[Speaking Arabic] Aleksandre
Iosava for this disposable thing,
- this hypocrite!
- There is no God but God.
Shut up!
All of you.
[Sobbing]
Listen, there's still a way out of here.
- There is a way...
- No, there isn't.
There's a way out,
but if you pull the trigger...
[Gunshots]
[Shell casings clink]
Let her go.
Daniel: There's SWAT team
outside. There's no officers.
It's just me and him.
If you put the gun down...
and let her go...
you can still get out of here alive.
I love you, Clare. I love you.
My freedom comes from
you people? I don't think so.
Just shoot this cunt already, will you?
[Gunshot]
Oh, fuck! Down!
On the fucking floor!
- Get down!
- Jesus.
[Gasping]
Clare, no, no, no, no, no. No.
- No, baby. No, baby.
- Hector.
Shh.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
[Sighs tearfully]
What are you doing?
[Sniffles]
You sure you picked
the right celestial pony, lady?
I sure as hell wouldn't bet
on paradise right now
if I were you.
Hector.
Hector, you're better than this.
[Exhales sharply]
No, I'm not.
I'm the worst this fucked-up
agency has to offer.
- [Bones snap]
- [Gasps]
[Breathes heavily]
[Cellphone buzzing]
Yes?
Valerie? It's Daniel.
Where are you?
We're in the warehouse.
What happened?
Ruth got away.
Oh, Jesus.
Where's Clare?
Valerie... I am so sorry.
Listen, we need an anonymous tip
called in
so that Clare can be found.
If word gets out
that Hector and I were here,
we'll be on the next plane
back to headquarters
before Clare's in the ground.
I'll have it arranged.
[Cellphone clicks]
[Siren wails in distance]
Steven, Hans is on line two.
[Sighs]
Excuse me, please.
Thank you.
- [Clears throat]
- [Beep]
Hans.
I'll keep this brief.
I know the Americans renditioned Iosava.
For the sake of your family,
if not our friendship,
I'm warning you to brace
yourself for the consequences.
Hans, wait. Langley's not
playing straight with me.
The story is breaking now.
- Did...
- [News theme music plays]
News anchor: No rest
for the infamous Thomas Shaw
this evening, and no mercy for the CIA.
A new leak has named Steven Frost
as chief of the CIA station in Berlin
and the man behind the illegal
rendition of Aleksandre Iosava.
Iosava, a German citizen
and alleged Georgian terrorist
was plucked off the streets of
the German capital last night.
If there's one secret
that does seem to be able
to remain safe these days,
it is the identity of Thomas Shaw.
For more on this breaking news,
let's cut to a press
conference. Here's a statement
made by Krischan Ganz,
head of German Intelligence,
just a few minutes ago in Cologne.
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[Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds'
"The Mercy Seat" playing]
Hector: You and me
joined at the hip again...
That's either fate
or a cosmically bad idea.
With you, Hector,
it's one and the same thing.
Daniel: Where'd they post you
after Chechnya?
Hell.
They sent me to hell.
Hurt a man the first time,
and you feel it.
You hurt a man a second time,
and you excuse it.
And then you justify it,
and then you exploit it.
♪ And I think my head is burning ♪
♪ And in a way,
I'm yearning to be done ♪
Daniel, you're a company man.
There's no harm in that.
So was I once. But tonight,
you're in bad company.
I'm the worst this fucked-up
agency has to offer.
♪♪
Our agent, Bora Osman, has asked Iosava
to send one of his relatives to Syria.
Clare Itani?
She will be acting
as the ISIL bride-to-be.
I'm a bride for the Caliphate.
That's the setup.
Get a confession, and
we finally bring down Iosava.
Okay, I'm in. Sign me up.
You are involved with Clare.
- It is out of the question.
- [Sighs]
Golda: You made some important
people in Tel Aviv very happy.
You want to be nearer
to your son, don't you?
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Good.
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Robert: Where the fuck is her husband?
What the fuck are you doing here?
- DeJean is here.
- Can we get him out of there?
Call it off. Someone's nabbed
Iosava off the street.
You're coming with us,
or we will kill you both!
- What?
- Get them out of there, now!
Abort. I repeat, abort.
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[All screaming]
Shit!
Down!
In pursuit, blue van... Berlin plates,
Bravo-Walker-Alpha 2-6-4-7.
They're not in the van.
They ran a bait and switch.
A rendition
in the middle of an operation?
What the... What's the matter with you?!
I'm gonna get our officer back
with or without your fucking help,
and when I get her back, I resign.
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
- Fucking find her.
- Stop, stop.
We got to fucking find her.
- It's okay. It's okay.
- We have to find her.
[David Bowie's "I'm Afraid
of Americans" plays]
♪ Johnny's in America,
low techs at the wheel ♪
♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪
♪ I'm afraid of the world ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't help it ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't ♪
♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪
♪ I'm afraid of the world ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't help it ♪
♪ I'm afraid I can't ♪
♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪
They took my husband.
Tell me where he is, and this
will go a lot easier for you.
You being stoic
is you being stupid, my dear.
Don't make the same mistake
your people made
and underestimate me.
[Vomiting]
[Coughing]
[Groans]
[Toilet flushes]
[Waves crashing]
[Knock on door]
- [Knocking continues]
- Daniel: Hector?
Uh, yeah.
Okay. Okay.
[Panting]
Ruth Iosava just made contact.
Yeah, I-I understand.
But as fast as you can.
Hey, everybody, listen up. Listen up.
At 3:38 A.M., Ruth Iosava
contacted headquarters
via an anonymous Internet video call.
That's 6 hours and 35 minutes
after the abduction of Clare Itani.
She has also requested
a call with this station
at 4:00 A.M. sharp.
Now, Johnson and his team
are working to trace
the origins of the call,
but right now, we're negotiating.
And I just... I want to make it clear
to everybody here, uh...
I'm gonna do whatever I can
to bring her back here
safe and sound, okay?
Now, I know it's late,
and I want to thank everybody
for hanging in there.
Langley will help facilitate the call.
So, what, we stand around for a pep talk
while you, what, negotiate?
Ruth Iosava is an ISIL radical.
They don't negotiate. They decapitate.
What are you suggesting?
You want us to go after Clare
with guns blazing?
Jesus Chri... I... You know,
I would have thought
you'd have learned your lesson
after you recklessly
inserted yourself in the mall
with an unapproved weapon.
Someone had to shore up
your poor judgment.
Oh, give it a fucking rest, Hector!
What kind of fucking
incontinent, geriatric call
was that in the first place,
sending Clare to the gallows?
Get out.
Gladly.
Hector, we need you.
There is no fucking "we"
anymore, Daniel.
[Door shuts]
All right, four minutes. Back at it.
- Let me go after him.
- No, I need you here, Daniel.
If Hector's out there
acting on his emotions,
snooping around,
and this thing leaks
before we find Clare,
she's as good as dead.
Okay, all right, just tread lightly.
Lock him down
and keep me in the loop, okay?
You got it.
[Sighs]
[Sighs]
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And you are?
- Paul.
- Paul.
In quotation marks, I assume.
I see you've taken
your own security precautions.
But I have the disadvantage
of not knowing your real name
while you know mine.
That puts us on distinctly
unequal footing.
Well, I hope that tonight's concerns
will have little to do with you or me.
You people can be very polite
when you want something.
You want something, too.
I don't see why
we can't be civil about it.
Well, Paul,
my husband, Aleksandre,
has been abducted off the street
on the whim of civilized men
like yourself.
When you turn over my husband,
she's yours.
And Aleksandre and I
are given safe passage to Syria.
Well...
That transaction's
easier said than done.
We have certain steps
that we have to follow,
such as proof of life...
confirmation that she's alive
and unharmed.
And I need the same of my husband.
I'll make contact again in two hours.
Frau Iosava...
Robert: Wow.
Please don't tell me
that's the new face of ISIL.
Danke.
- What, you're following me?
- Yeah, kind of.
I just wanted to say
there is a "we" here...
you and I, whether you like it or not.
All right. I take it you have a plan.
Same as Frost... find Clare.
What, you know something
he doesn't know,
or are you counting on the good
Lord to show you the way?
All right, so Frost put you
up to this. That figures.
No, I put me up to this,
not just for your sake,
- but for Clare's.
- Daniel, you're a company man.
There's no harm in that. So was I once.
But tonight, you're in bad company.
And you're no good to anyone
running around Berlin
on some cockeyed manhunt.
Well, who's gonna find her if I don't?
We're on it, Frost's on it.
The Germans are looking...
The Germans?! Fuck the fucking Germans!
Okay, fuck the Germans.
You clearly have a better plan.
What's step one? Get wasted?
- I want to find that van.
- Oh, go on.
Robert's guys did a sweep.
They didn't find anything.
- They think it was a decoy.
- Jesus.
He gets in one fucking car chase,
and he thinks he's fucking Vin Diesel.
I'd prefer to look for myself.
What... What, the impound?
[Siren wails in distance]
That's my boy.
I'll drive.
[Sighs]
It's MI6, the Russians.
Who else would want Iosava?
You're forgetting one name... us.
I haven't forgotten,
but not during an operation.
Clay: There you are.
I'm sorry for the circumstances.
I just received the cable.
- We're at a loss here, Clay.
- I am well aware.
The last thing we want is
to lose an asset in the field.
Clare is not an asset.
She's one of my people.
And the only way to get her back
is to swap for Iosava.
We can't trade what we don't have.
We just got word Romanian
Intelligence was involved.
Uh, Valerie Edwards, Global Affairs.
Why on earth would SRI do that?
We've seen no intelligence
linking Iosava's network
- to Romania.
- We have.
Apparently, SRI have had
their eyes on him for some time.
Iosava has heavy involvement in
the black market in Bucharest.
Okay, regardless, I need proof of life
if this negotiation's gonna go forward.
We've already reached out
to the Romanians.
Oh, come on. That's it?
You reached out?
That... That's all you got?
And you are?
Robert Kirsch, Deputy Chief.
Robert, you know as much as I do now.
Clay, she's 28 years old.
This is her first tour.
We really need her back, okay?
- Then let's get on it.
- Thank you.
- [Sighs]
- Fuck!
75 minutes till Ruth Iosava calls,
and we got jack shit!
Light a fire under Johnson.
Just...
[Sighs]
Johnson.
- Tell me you have good news.
- We've tracked her log-in session
through a global proxy chain
of six hubs,
but we've hit one that I think
is under the control
of Chinese Third Department.
We're unlikely to crack it
anytime soon, but we're trying.
[Knock on door]
[Sighs] You wouldn't happen
to have any of those, um...
Oh, thank you.
[Sighs]
I know it's my Western privilege
talking, but...
I fail to see how someone
can go from that
to someone who's willing to kill
and be killed
for an archaic, misogynistic
death cult like ISIL.
[Sighs] Fell for the wrong guy, I guess.
Right. Because women can't fall
for bad ideology,
only bad men.
[Chuckles]
Why don't you go home, get some sleep?
I'm going for a food run.
Is kebab okay?
It's the only thing that's open.
[Scoffing] Yeah, kebab. That's perfect.
[Siren wails in distance]
[Indistinct conversations]
Hans?
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[Cellphone buzzing]
[Beep] Yeah?
Frost: Um, I'm sorry
I haven't called, Hans,
but I've been dealing with Washington.
Hans: About what happened at the mall
or what happened to Aleksandre Iosava?
I'm going to ask you this once
as a friend.
You don't even have to
ask the question, Hans.
Because in what world does it make sense
that I would risk the life
of one of my officers
to take Iosava?
Your masters have wanted to all along.
Tell me, Steven, did Langley
finally get its way?
They would never do that
in the middle of an operation.
Look, Hans, um...
Does your team have any leads
as to where Ruth might have
taken my officer?
Not yet. And now I must
meet with Chancellor Merkel
to convince her
the gunmen who shot up a mall
aren't linked to the refugees.
Yeah.
[Sighs]
[Camera shutters clicking]
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[Sighs]
[Speaks German]
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Uh-huh.
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[Scoffs]
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If there was a clue left behind,
don't you think it would be with
the police in an evidence bag?
Hector: Theoretically speaking, yes.
Holy shit.
What?
"I do." She left a message.
[Scoffs] What, a marriage proposal?
No, no, no, no.
She... She borrowed a-a ring
from me this morning,
said she needed it for cover.
- Wait a second.
- What?
Wedding.
- That's what I'm saying.
- No.
No, the neighborhood.
"Vedding."
Maybe that's the message.
Oh, Clare, you genius.
And you, Daniel Miller, well done.
[Telephone ringing]
Yeah?
Yeah, put him through.
Valerie? I got someone here
who wants to talk to you.
Hey.
Hector, where are you?
At a roadblock.
At least the Germans know
a manhunt is in order.
You're going after her?
And if I was?
Officially,
I'd have to tell you to stop,
insist you come back to the embassy.
Yeah, well, Frost sent me home,
so scratch that option.
Unofficially.
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Hold on a sec.
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- Auf wiedersehen.
- [Shouts in German]
Answer me this, Val.
What would Clare have us do...
sit back and negotiate,
or turn over every stone
until we found her?
Both.
Fair enough.
So will you help me?
I'm listening.
She left a message in the van.
We're heading to Wedding.
I'll make some inquiries, yeah.
Can you give me access to Brown Bear?
It's Clare, Val. It's all or nothing.
Meet me there in an hour.
Brown Bear?
Means she has my back.
And yours.
Hector: I need smokes.
Sandra, it's Daniel. Do you have Steven?
Daniel on line one.
[Door shuts]
[Phone beeps]
[Sighs] How's he doing?
What if I told you
we were onto something?
What do you mean you're onto something?
You're supposed to be locking him down.
Events took a turn.
I'm not getting any younger
here, Daniel. Come on.
We searched the van.
Wait, you broke into
a fucking impound lot?
Listen, Clare left a message
that seems to indicate
they're holding her in Wedding.
Jesus.
- Where in Wedding?
- That's all we have right now.
Yeah. Okay, well...
Come back here for a debrief,
and I'll get a team on it.
No, you already have a team on it.
No, no. No. He's a mess.
He's too close to this. No.
We don't have time for all that.
- I got to go.
- Da... [Sighs]
[Train clicking]
Jesus.
What are these, street-cam photos?
You guys hacking the German
database willy-nilly now?
I told Hans Richter that Israel
has had its own eye on Iosava
and is just as fed up with CIA
entitlement issues as he is.
And he just handed you these?
He has a fondness for me.
The guy is gayer than a picnic basket.
You know that, right?
[Chuckles] Not in the '80s.
I don't want to know.
Thank you, Golda.
I need you to bring me
something in return.
I need the file from December 7, 2010,
code name "Antoinette."
You kidding me?
A woman's life is on the line,
you're asking me
to steal you a fucking file?
Bring it to me before noon today.
Fuck that! No way. We're in
the middle of a crisis here!
Jesus!
Which just got better, thanks to us.
Besides, a crisis means distraction.
"Antoinette," Robert.
Tel Aviv is counting on you.
[Tricky's "Beijing to Berlin" playing]
[Ivy rapping indistinctly]
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Tricky: [Rapping]
♪ I'll get some of that ♪
♪ Just a little bit ♪
♪ Chinese star but not so delicate ♪
♪ She's sleazy,
said she's from Beijing ♪
♪ She star to talk,
and you must face it ♪
♪ I'll get some of that,
just a little bit ♪
♪ Chinese star but not so delicate ♪
♪ She's sleazy,
said she's from Beijing ♪
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[Speaks German] _
♪ She's amazing ♪
[Rapping indistinctly]
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♪ She's amazing ♪
[Electronica music plays]
Crystal: I haven't had a woman
in a while.
Esther: I don't want to fuck, just talk.
I don't get paid to talk.
You get paid to do
whatever gives me pleasure,
isn't that right?
Okay.
So what exactly
do you want to talk about?
Zoltan Vasile.
[Giggles]
He's a pig. What do you want with him?
Fuck.
You're a cop?
Sex work is legal in Germany, bitch.
You can't squeeze me for information.
I haven't done anything wrong!
No, but Zoltan has.
He runs the black market from Bucharest,
which means new underage pussy
every few months.
Put you out of business.
What do you want?
An introduction.
[Slow, rhythmic beeping]
Bora?
[Sighs]
I told you it was crazy.
You didn't listen.
I'm a terrible actor.
It wasn't your fault. It was ours.
What happened to the girl?
- Clare?
- We have reason to believe
that she's being held captive
in Wedding.
And Wedding, as you know,
is run by the Tuerk Federasyon.
You know as much as I do.
Congratulations.
That's not true.
You are the pillar
of the Turk ex-pat community.
You have connections high and low,
and if Ruth Iosava wanted to find
a quiet jihadi hideaway in Wedding...
she'd have to run it by someone.
[Chuckles] A hole in my shoulder,
and you come asking for more?
Where does it end?
[Beep, buzz, door opens]
♪♪
Where the hell you been?
Deep inside the wires
of our German friends.
Where'd you get these?
We all have our networks, Steven.
- Pretty good, right?
- Yeah.
It's eight hours ago.
We'll make it work.
[Knock on door]
- She's on.
- Patch it in.
[Sighs]
- Hello, Frau Iosava.
- You have something to show me?
I do, and I take it you have the same.
You first.
Uh, Frau Iosava...
Paul, you first, or I hang up.
[Sighs]
That's all?
[Sighs] Look.
That's everything I can provide
at this time.
You said proof of life.
Those were taken hours ago.
No, no, I promise you,
I'm doing everything that I can.
- Where's Aleksandre?
- Frau Iosava...
Where is he?!
[Sighs]
I'm gonna level with you, okay?
I don't know
how your husband was grabbed
off the street like that. I...
I don't know.
Now, was I attempting
in a more legal means
to have him arrested? Yeah, I was.
But somebody did take him,
and I've been doing
everything I can in my power
to get him back.
Now, there's reason to believe
that he's being transported by car
- to Romania.
- Romania?
Now, if... if I had him
here in Berlin under my watch,
I'd make the exchange myself.
But I don't. I don't.
But those who do have him
aren't acting in my interests
any more than yours.
And so you and I, we have
to work together on this.
Now, I have given you everything
that I can at this juncture.
I have. And you...
You just... You have to trust me.
But I need you
to give me something in return.
Trust you?
You make a deal and expect me
to honor it after you don't?
This is proof of life, Paul.
So, please don't insult me and
embarrass yourself any further.
I want to speak to Aleksandre.
You will have him on the line
when I call back in an hour.
In return, you may speak to your spy.
But, please, don't test my
patience again. It has a limit.
And you don't want to reach that point.
Trust me.
Look. She's alive.
That's something, okay?
We just have to keep
moving forward, Steven.
[Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds'
"The Mercy Seat" playing]
[Singing along]
♪ And the mercy seat is waiting ♪
♪ And I think my head is burning ♪
♪ And in a way,
I'm yearning to be done ♪
♪ With all this measuring of proof ♪
♪ An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth ♪
♪ And, anyway, I told the truth ♪
♪ And I'm not afraid to die ♪
♪ Interpret signs and catalogue ♪
♪ A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog ♪
♪ The walls are bad, black,
bottom kind ♪
♪ They are the sick breath at my hind ♪
♪ They are the sick breath at my hind ♪
[Electronica music playing]
You're sure you want to get
that close to him?
His body spray smells like cat piss.
Let's get it over with.
Zoltan?
I've got a new friend
who would like to meet you.
And who might this be?
Bambi.
Zoltan: Keep the boots on.
The boots are hot.
Crystal thinks I like you.
You prefer a drink first?
Maybe a line or two, huh?
Well, I prefer you tell me what
happened to Aleksandre Iosava.
Are you fucking with me?
[Chuckles, grunts]
What did you say about Iosava?
Huh? Who told you that?
- Told me what?
- That we picked him up.
- [Grunts]
- You just did.
Considering the backup
and the wire that I'm wearing,
you can tell me
who hired you to kidnap Iosava
or you can chose to keep your
mouth shut, and I'll make sure
you'll be eating and shitting
from the same bowl
for the next 5 to 10 years.
[Clears throat]
[Speaks German]
[Clears throat]
I've made a simple offer.
They get you back
if I get my husband back.
"They"?
Ah, she speaks.
Just answer me this.
Are you even a Muslim, or was that, too,
part of the act?
I am.
I believe you, and yet I find myself
even more disappointed
than if you were a kafir.
Why is that?
They can be tolerated
in their ignorance. But you?
You reject the Prophet and still
call yourself a believer?
I happen not to see it that way.
Of course not.
You see it whichever way suits you best,
whichever path is most convenient.
The drive-thru mentality of the West.
Everything easy, within arm's reach.
And instead of rejecting that,
you embrace this disposable God.
That was my error.
I do not speak from judgment
but experience.
I was like you once.
Then you saw the light?
And you thought,
"Allah wants us to suffer"?
You are already suffering, my dear.
The system you live in is sick.
Why do you think more
and more girls come to me,
wanting to join the caliphate?
Because they're young
and impressionable.
Because they have rejected
the West's attempts
to brainwash them into a life
of endless consumerism.
You can shovel the sand of an
entire desert into a bucket,
but if it has no bottom,
the bucket remains empty.
Trade the bucket for a bomb
and your life for violent jihad.
Your bombs kill more in a day
than we do in a year.
And you know that.
So what are we gonna do to stop it?
I'll start.
My name is Clare.
Wouldn't that be convenient...
Clare?
[Man speaking German]
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[Cellphone beeps]
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
They're almost back on in the SCIF.
Right. Thanks.
Is there something else
I can help you find?
No, no, no, I'm good. Thanks, Sandra.
Don't forget to sign it out.
Gentlemen.
Is this you being a friend
or a maverick or both?
Just here to find out
what the hell the Brown Bear is.
I, uh... I know it's early.
Thank you so much for doing this.
Of course.
- Come in.
- Danke.
[Sighs]
Valerie: Metin Burakgazi.
He should know
where Clare is being held.
According to SwingSet,
he's the go-to capo
for anybody wanting to do
business in Wedding
without leaving a paper trail.
He's just anti-Western enough
to win over the trust of the Iosavas.
Thanks, Aalia.
But with a capitalist heart.
Have an address?
Glasgowstrasse 97,
just off Schillerpark.
So this is Brown Bear.
Thanks, Val.
Encrypted phones only, guys, yeah?
I take it these weapons are untraceable?
Of course.
Hey.
[Speaking German]
[Grunts]
[Gagging]
[Grunts]
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Please tell me you have some good news.
Well, the Romanians have been
less than forthcoming so far,
but we do have satellite confirmation
that Iosava is not in Germany.
He's being moved
to one of their compounds,
Timisoara, near the Hungarian border.
One of their compounds... Jesus Christ.
This is a hostage negotiation.
I need leverage.
I don't need satellite pictures
in a file.
I'm not the bad guy, Steven.
The Romanians are asking
for more than million dollars
just to get us a live feed of Iosava.
I'm working my way up to an exchange,
but we need POTUS on board.
Uh, look, we are counting on you
to deliver, Clay.
- How soon?
- The feed is being set up now.
The Romanians are having
technical difficulties.
- [Scoffs]
- My people are on it.
That's all for now.
Well, isn't this just
one big clusterfuck?
[Sighs]
What are you going to do without Iosava?
- She's on.
- Yeah.
Put her through.
[Door shuts]
Hello, Paul.
This time, you go first.
Put her on.
You lied to me earlier.
I think it's only fair
if you make up for that.
Listen, you do not run
this negotiation. I do.
You have one minute.
How are you?
Been better.
Okay, we're working to...
get you home.
Frau Iosava has been very patient.
Tell my fiancé I'm sorry
I lost the wedding ring.
Frau Iosava's patience is running out.
I want to speak to Aleksandre.
They said in an hour.
No!
Hey.
[Speaking German]
No! Stop!
- [Grunting]
- Steven, do something.
Steven, is it?
You want to see more?
Your choice. And your last hour.
Have my husband on the line
in exactly 60 minutes
or Clare here dies.
[Sighs]
Valerie: She's alive.
But it just took a turn for the worse.
How so?
Just go get her back.
Clare confirmed Wedding,
so you're on the right track.
We're about to make contact
with the Turk.
You have exactly 50 minutes.
This shouldn't take long.
- What did she say?
- Get this shit done.
[Grunting]
I'll find Metin.
[Muffled rap music playing]
[Woman moaning]
[Man grunting]
[Screams, gasps]
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Your worst nightmare
if you don't tell me
where Ruth Iosava is.
Who?
Take the girl.
If I'm not out in three minutes,
shoot her in the fucking head.
[Gasping]
[Rap music continues playing]
Okay, Metin, let's chat.
Now, this...
This is how a real man shaves.
None of your five fucking safety blades
and a moisture strip.
I don't know Ruth Iosava.
Yes, you do.
I can see it in your eyes.
I was trained for that, you know.
[Hector speaking indistinctly, muffled]
Hurt a man the first time,
and you feel it.
Then you get up the next day,
and the sun is still shining,
and they tell you to do it again.
You hurt a man a second time,
and you excuse it.
And then you justify it,
and then you exploit it.
You get curious.
You start to wonder
how far you'll have to take it
to get the information you need.
Will it take a finger?
Will it take two ears?
Where's Ruth Iosava, Metin?
[Inhales sharply]
Okay.
[Screaming]
[Door opens]
What the hell were you doing in there?
Getting an address.
[Waves crashing, seagulls squawking]
Daniel: [Distorted] Come on.
So how are we doing
in the prisoner exchange?
The audio feed is ready.
And the exchange?
We're still waiting on POTUS.
Well, where the fuck is he?
Let's get Ruth on the line.
Well, Langley's no help.
Oh, you think? Sending us
into a duel with a cap gun.
Hello, Steven.
Aleksandre's on the line, as promised.
You have two minutes.
Then we continue with the negotiation.
Where's Clare?
Put on Aleksandre.
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Where did you take him?
[Scoffs]
Aleksandre...
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- But maybe they lied.
- No. No.
No.
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- They lied to us.
- No, no.
It's not true.
It's not true, Frau Iosava.
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Cut the feed.
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Cut the damn feed!
[Computer beeps]
Listen to me. Do not do thi...
There's a way out of this.
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We had a deal, Steven.
- Oh, no.
- Now we don't!
There was never going to be an exchange.
You know it as well as I do.
[Speaking Arabic] Aleksandre
Iosava for this disposable thing,
- this hypocrite!
- There is no God but God.
Shut up!
All of you.
[Sobbing]
Listen, there's still a way out of here.
- There is a way...
- No, there isn't.
There's a way out,
but if you pull the trigger...
[Gunshots]
[Shell casings clink]
Let her go.
Daniel: There's SWAT team
outside. There's no officers.
It's just me and him.
If you put the gun down...
and let her go...
you can still get out of here alive.
I love you, Clare. I love you.
My freedom comes from
you people? I don't think so.
Just shoot this cunt already, will you?
[Gunshot]
Oh, fuck! Down!
On the fucking floor!
- Get down!
- Jesus.
[Gasping]
Clare, no, no, no, no, no. No.
- No, baby. No, baby.
- Hector.
Shh.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
[Sighs tearfully]
What are you doing?
[Sniffles]
You sure you picked
the right celestial pony, lady?
I sure as hell wouldn't bet
on paradise right now
if I were you.
Hector.
Hector, you're better than this.
[Exhales sharply]
No, I'm not.
I'm the worst this fucked-up
agency has to offer.
- [Bones snap]
- [Gasps]
[Breathes heavily]
[Cellphone buzzing]
Yes?
Valerie? It's Daniel.
Where are you?
We're in the warehouse.
What happened?
Ruth got away.
Oh, Jesus.
Where's Clare?
Valerie... I am so sorry.
Listen, we need an anonymous tip
called in
so that Clare can be found.
If word gets out
that Hector and I were here,
we'll be on the next plane
back to headquarters
before Clare's in the ground.
I'll have it arranged.
[Cellphone clicks]
[Siren wails in distance]
Steven, Hans is on line two.
[Sighs]
Excuse me, please.
Thank you.
- [Clears throat]
- [Beep]
Hans.
I'll keep this brief.
I know the Americans renditioned Iosava.
For the sake of your family,
if not our friendship,
I'm warning you to brace
yourself for the consequences.
Hans, wait. Langley's not
playing straight with me.
The story is breaking now.
- Did...
- [News theme music plays]
News anchor: No rest
for the infamous Thomas Shaw
this evening, and no mercy for the CIA.
A new leak has named Steven Frost
as chief of the CIA station in Berlin
and the man behind the illegal
rendition of Aleksandre Iosava.
Iosava, a German citizen
and alleged Georgian terrorist
was plucked off the streets of
the German capital last night.
If there's one secret
that does seem to be able
to remain safe these days,
it is the identity of Thomas Shaw.
For more on this breaking news,
let's cut to a press
conference. Here's a statement
made by Krischan Ganz,
head of German Intelligence,
just a few minutes ago in Cologne.
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[Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds'
"The Mercy Seat" playing]
Hector: You and me
joined at the hip again...
That's either fate
or a cosmically bad idea.
With you, Hector,
it's one and the same thing.
Daniel: Where'd they post you
after Chechnya?
Hell.
They sent me to hell.
Hurt a man the first time,
and you feel it.
You hurt a man a second time,
and you excuse it.
And then you justify it,
and then you exploit it.
♪ And I think my head is burning ♪
♪ And in a way,
I'm yearning to be done ♪
Daniel, you're a company man.
There's no harm in that.
So was I once. But tonight,
you're in bad company.
I'm the worst this fucked-up
agency has to offer.
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